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A bounty hunter rides into a small wild-west town one day, and heads straight for the Sheriff’s office to see if there are any bad guys that need rounding up. “Well” said the Sheriff. “There’s only the one at the moment: The Brown Paper Kid”. “The Brown Papoer Kid?, Ain’t never heard of him. What does he look like?” “He wears a brown paper hat, a brown paper coat, brown paper pants and brown paper boots. And…” added the sheriff. “He rides a brown paper horse”. "What’s he wanted for?” “Rustling” |